Some days
Some days we just.
We don't arrive anywhere.
Don't have the moment.
Don't come away with the thing that moved the needle.
The day just moved.
And we feel it.
That low-grade pull to find something in it.
To justify the hours.
A life full of those days would be empty.
But not every day has to earn its keep.
Some days we just.
And that's ok.
Some days don't hand you anything. No moment, no needle-mover. A life full of those days would be empty. But not every day has to earn its keep.